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In The Name Of Love	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15410 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In The Name Of Love (17/?)
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jou/Ryou (briefly), Malik/Ryou, Kaiba/Jou, Mokuba/Shizuka, Yami/Yugi, Honda/Otogi
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit in any way from Yu-gi-oh!
Summary: For eight years he has scrupulously avoided the brunet, but now with the impending marriage of their siblings, Jounouchi Katsuya and Kaiba Seto are forced to come to terms with the feelings they've secreted away since adolescence.
A/N: Reposting Ch 17, since there was some kind of site-wide glitch ... lost reviews :-( ...
CHAPTER 17
Jounouchi woke suddenly, and in the silence of the dim morning light, it took him a few moments to adjust to his consciousness. He realized then that what had woken him was Kaiba Seto's tongue. At the moment it was leisurely licking around the aureole of his right nipple. The brunet tilted his head, revealing lustful blue eyes.
"About time you woke up," he said before returning to his ministrations. His hand claimed Jou's flaccid cock, teasing it to erection.
"What are you doing?" Jou half-whined. He squirmed as teeth clamped down on his sensitive nub.
"I'm hungry," the brunet responded.
"I'm not breakfast!" Jou protested
"I beg to differ." Kaiba's tongue worked its way down the blond's torso, until he was positioned centimeters above his now fully hardened erection.
"Nnngh," Jounouchi sighed as his sex was surrounded by the moist heat of his lover's mouth. He groaned as Kaiba scraped his teeth lightly down the shaft, licking and nibbling around his scrotum and finally stopping at the sensitive skin of his perineum.
"Gods, what are you doing to me?" He groaned as he fisted the bedding, amazed at how aroused the brunet was getting him. He felt helpless under the onslaught, but it was such delicious torture.
"Do you want me to stop?" Kaiba crawled back up the bed and locked eyes with his.
"No, on the contrary, I want you to fuck me again. Now." Jou pleaded. "You can't get me all worked up like this and then stop."
"Hmm. Now that you mention it, I like that idea-to leave you hot and bothered all day long, anticipating what I'm going to do to you after the party's over." He purred. "I'll make you forget all about that ex-boyfriend of yours" His fingertips teased the blond's nipples into pebble-hard peaks.
"Who?" Jounouchi grinned, stretching catlike under the brunet's caresses.
He rolled suddenly, catching Kaiba by surprise and pinning him beneath his weight. Jou arched an eyebrow and rubbed their erections together as he asked "Is that so? Maybe it'll be ~you~ thinking about ~me~ all day. Y'know, as much as I loved bein' the bottom last night, I'm just as good at toppin'." He saw a cloud pass over the brunet's eyes, and realized belatedly that he'd stepped into another minefield. Kaiba turned his head away from his lover, but Jou gently turned it back. "Okay, I can see that might be a problem fah you, so let's just clarify somethin' right now. I'm perfectly happy bein' your bottom." He kissed the brunet gently to demonstrate his sincerity, refusing to relent until Kaiba responded in kind. "S'okay, you know." He added as he nuzzled against him. But he couldn't deny that it excited him to think that perhaps Kaiba had never been taken, he smiled from the thought that he could be the brunet's first.
"Can I ask ya a question?" The brunet nodded. "Have you ever bottomed?" He planted kisses on top of Kaiba's lips after each word. He felt the brunet tense under him, so he rolled off and sat up. "What is it?" He asked softly. Kaiba shuddered visibly and grimaced.
"I can't." He said, voice trailing off.
"Can't bottom?" Jou asked, confused. He gently stroked his lover's face while he waited for an answer.
"Can't talk about it." Kaiba managed. His skin was suddenly clammy and he felt sick with the knowledge that a panic attack was coming on.
Through the pulse pounding in his ears he heard Jounouchi ask, "Can't talk about it to me, or at all?" Before it registered to the blond what was happening. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry! Just breathe through it. C'mon you can do it," he encouraged. He rolled Kaiba over and rubbed his back and shoulders in soothing circles. With Herculean resolve, the brunet forced himself to lie still and focus on the back rub the blond was giving him. It felt good. He visualized those capable hands running over the smooth planes of his back, allowing himself to fully indulge in the calming sensations from his skin and muscles being expertly massaged. At the same time he tried desperately to push out of his head the secret he carried, the one thing he'd never been able to tell anyone; that his stepfather, Kaiba Gozaburo, raped him.
He wondered miserably if he told Jou what had happened to him years ago whether the blond would think that he was damaged beyond repair. He knew that he himself did. As the focus of his thought changed and images of the incident flashed through his mind, waves of panic broke over him and he sobbed bitterly. He felt cheated once again of fully enjoying life, of being able to bask in the afterglow of the lovemaking he'd engaged in with Jou. He felt the weight of Jou's body crushing down on him, as if the blond wanted to press the anxiety out of him. In that moment, his secret weighed so heavily on him that it had become unbearable. If he could just say the words he thought, it would all be over; the panic attacks would stop. He no longer cared what anyone thought; he just needed to find a way to end them once and for all. He thought about all the energy he spent shuttering up the memories that still managed to leak out and ambush him and deny him any real pleasure in life.
"He raped me." He said, burying his head into the pillow. He breathed in deeply Jou's unique scent, and found it to be comforting. The hands on his back stopped moving.
"Come again?" The blond asked softly.
He turned over and faced Jounouchi and was overwhelmed by the compassion that he saw in his amber eyes. "My stepfather raped me," he said dryly. Jounouchi's face twitched angrily.
"Motherfucker!" He cursed, mentally doing the math. Kaiba had been a kid at the time of Gozaburo's death, only 15 years old. That meant his first sexual experience had probably been when he was raped. His face softened as he brushed a tear off of the brunet's cheek. "I won't ever ask you ta do that," he murmured, nuzzling the brunet once more. He wrapped his arms around Kaiba's waist and held him fast in an embrace. "It's okay now. I won't let anyone hurt you like that ever again." He reassured. Kaiba turned over and faced Jou and snuggled into his chest, allowing the blond to shelter him. The tenderness with which Jou held him and kissed him was overwhelming him; he let his tears fall freely, unconcerned by their expression. He was profoundly moved by the blond's comfort. They lay together quietly for a while, Jounouchi whispering softly in his ear, telling him over and over that he loved him, that everything would be all right.
Slowly his tears stopped, and Jounouchi fell silent. Kaiba shifted and looked in to his eyes and continued. Somehow he knew that by finally confiding his nightmare, he had a chance of banishing it forever.
"It happened when I was fourteen. He was enraged at me because he thought I wasn't studying hard enough. He'd caught me asleep on more than one occasion and decided to teach me a lesson. He began to beat me with his belt, and I refused to utter a sound. All the previous times he'd ever laid a hand on me, I'd begged him to stop, promising that I would be good, do whatever he wanted. But this time, I decided I wouldn't let him get the best of me. I hated him." Jou ran his hand along Kaiba's cheek and neck, and then slid it over his naked back. He kissed the brunet softly on the forehead and nuzzled his hair. He knew that Kaiba was telling him something he'd kept to himself for years.
"Then he switched to his fists; he'd knock me down and I'd just silently get up and face him. After a while, I think he was physically exhausted, but he was angrier than I'd ever seen him. I was scared at that point, frightened for my life, and I was hurting badly. But for some reason, I refused to bend. I can't tell you why, or how I found the strength to stand at that point. He literally ripped my clothes off of my body and before I knew it, I was facedown on his desk." He lay still, reliving the moment of horror when Gozaburo penetrated him. His body shook uncontrollably, and Jounouchi pressed his body along the length of the brunet's.
"I've never experienced such pain, such humiliation as I did on that day. But in the end I beat him. He never lay a hand on me again, and within a year he was dead."
"It only happened once?" Kaiba nodded against Jou's chest, then he continued.
"He'd beaten me before, but after that day, it seemed that he was afraid of me. He avoided me, and I was fine with that."
"God, I'm so sorry Seto. No one deserved that, and I'm glad the bastard is dead, because if he were alive, I'd hunt him down and kill him for what he did to you."
Kaiba smiled weakly. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"You know it. And before I killed him, I'd make him sorry he'd ever been born." Jou hugged the brunet closer. "I meant what I said before, I won't ask you again."
"It's okay, Katsuya. I want you to make love to me, to show me that it doesn't need to hurt. I've fucked enough people to know that, but I'm just not ready yet."
"I don't care if you're ever ready," the blond replied. "Just being with you, that's what matters. I love you Seto."
"I-I love you too Katsuya." They lay together for a while longer, the dim light gradually growing brighter as it became later in the morning and the sun's rays reached into his courtyard. Jounouchi grew restless thinking about the work that he had left to do before guests started to arrive.
"Are you okay now?" He murmured. "'Cause I need to get up and started on the barbeque."
Kaiba looked at the digital clock across the room. "I have to get going too. Go home and freshen up."
"Ya could always stay and shower with me," Jou said playfully.
"Mmm, as much as I'd like that, I still need a change of clothes. If I leave now, I can be back by noon.
Jounouchi looked at him wistfully. "So I guess that means you're okay with last night?"
"I'm more than okay with it." Kaiba crushed his lips down on Jou's and captured them in a searing kiss. "In fact, I'm looking forward to spending a lot of nights with you," he smiled. "But right now, we've both got things to take care of."
* * *
Jou stood under the cascade of warm water from the shower, allowing it to pulse down on his weary body. It had been a long time since he'd made love so fervently and he was mindful of the delicious way in which his body ached. Kaiba had been all he'd expected in a lover, and more. He was passionate, responsive, and just damn good. It had been perfect in every way, and he was disappointed that they'd not had another opportunity to go at it again when he'd been awakened by the brunet's hot pink tongue darting over his nipples. He shivered involuntarily at the remembered sensation and then sighed, the brunet's confession weighing heavily on his mind.
It had been all he could do to keep himself from slipping into therapist mode. Although most of the time he would spend in his year-long internship would be assessing the cognitive functioning of patients with brain injuries and other brain traumas, he'd done far too much clinical work at the orphanage to shut off his therapeutic ear completely. It didn't help that many of the children living there had been sexually abused by one or more of the myriad caregivers that had populated their short lives.
His own father had been abusive at times, but most of the beatings he'd given Jou had been the fallout of the older man's drinking. He'd always been apologetic in the morning, swearing he'd never lay another hand on Jou, and would work hard at keeping his promise until the next time he came home tanked.
His mother on the other hand practiced a brand of aggression that would have been the death of him if he'd allowed himself to stay emotionally involved with her. Her weapon of choice was love withdrawal, and he'd spent his childhood and early adolescence futilely seeking her approval and her love, until she took Shizuka and moved away and he'd made the realization that he would never be good enough for her. But overall, neither of his parents had been near the ogres that he'd heard about from his young patients and now from Kaiba.
He knew the brunet was an emotional wreck and that was a potent aphrodisiac for him. He was being pulled in over his head, and he knew he couldn't put the brakes on now. He felt vulnerable, and though Kaiba had confided in him something the brunet had never told anyone, Jou worried that it might cause him to pull back emotionally, and that would hurt. They'd come so far, overcome so many of their own self-imposed hurdles to do it; he could not bear for it to slip back now. He needed Kaiba, and needed the brunet to need him just as much.
With great effort he combed his memory of the past few months, pointing out actions that Kaiba had taken, reassuring himself that the brunet would not just cut and run. Last night had been just too good for both of them. He had to believe that. He finished bathing, dried off, and got dressed.
He had last minute chores to take care of and before he knew it, it was past noon. Guests would be arriving within the hour, and Kaiba was late, which was unusual. Doubt once again began to nibble at his thoughts, so he picked up the sleek black nano and searched through the music library Kaiba had installed. It was a diverse mix, and it warmed Jounouchi's heart to see hundreds of his favorite songs; Kaiba had taken the time to create an incredible library of tunes. His attention to detail was endearing. Jounouchi had no illusions that Kaiba would suddenly turn into a romantic sap, but actions like that served to make the blond believe that he was indeed important in the other's life.
His cell rang at 12:30 and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Kaiba's name on the CallerID.
"Hey Seto," he answered hoping his voice would not give away the anxiety he was feeling.
"Katsuya, I'm sorry I've been delayed. Mokuba insisted that I come with Shizuka and him." Jou sighed with relief. Besides work, his sister found it impossible to be punctual. "I hope you didn't need to do too many more preparations," he added.
"No, we pretty much took care of everything last night."
"Hold on-" Jou heard muffled voices and wondered absently what the problem was.
"Jou, It's Mokuba-"
"Hey Mokie, what's going on?"
"Stop it Seto, I have every right to talk to my friend. Jou, I have one question for you."
He knit his brow, and asked confusedly, "What is it?"
"I want to know what your intentions toward my brother are." Jou stared at the cell in disbelief. "Well, I'm waiting young man." He heard emanate from the tiny speaker.
Jou grinned at the mocking tone, "Well actually, I plan on fucking his brains out."
There was silence for a moment, and then Mokuba groaned, "That's more information than I really needed! And y'know, if I'd answered you that way about Shizuka, you would have beaten the shit out of me!"
"And rightly so, that's my little sister. And maybe that'll teach ya a lesson. Don't ask if you can't handle the answer. Now put your brother back on."
"I am mortified." Kaiba said deadpan.
Jounouchi chuckled. "I don't think he'll be asking me about intentions any time soon."
"I don't want to know what you said to him, I can imagine quite well on my own."
"I'm sure it wouldn't be far from the truth either. Hey, are you okay?"
"Yes," Kaiba said coolly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Just checking."
"You don't have to. I'll let you know if I'm not. I'm going to hang up now, because we're here. "
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